Revised sonnet #1581

Drag on dear whip on home Im out of whack
I feel far from fine both blood eyes bleary
Im less in cycling stamina I lack
I crave company and chitchat cheery
Railroad lift rose silent quick and eerie
The while you bounced aboard I knew the knack
I watched you yank your bicycle leery
Your helmet sat strapped snugly on your pack
I watch the train doors close and sigh in strain
The next train pulls in some time after dusk
Im so tired all that's left of me is husk
Ive disappointed poor you once again
Yes well escape to bliss in rural blocks
Void city buildings bollards grilles and locks
Chorus blocks chunks ingots

Revised sonnet #1581A

He was a cool beachcombing larrikin
A sometime surfer manly mannequin
He dug out some salty cricket blazer
Rusty remnants two tang toasted tazer
And freshly armed and dressed he hoved hold up
A juror pinched his shorts and plastic cup
Bold bid he said juror jog flee fitter
Home base hit said juror thither titter
Five bailiffs furious were on justice bent
On camels they trekked till tall tattered tent
Beachcombing larrikin noosed bawled bingo
Animal control rod deadset dingo
Siesta savvy hour in reconnoiter
Snoozing surfer snoring left off loiter
Chorus reconnoiter probe scout

Revised sonnet #1583

I dreamt how Mars and Venus nicely met
Off ceiling strung exciting massive stones
Of magnetite tried magnetising yet
The plate steel statues polarised jumped bones
The wizard waved his wand at switches set
A granite gate ground open on their groans
Then sparks skipped from his amber amulet
We walked away on cresting clicks and moans
Then masked men wielding scalpels delved divine
They cut at lungs in my invaded chest
I caught their kirlian aura ringed and fine
In livor mortis coroners inquest
I came to lying in rows of ripened wheat
I mulled the worrisome times false forfeit
Chorus wheat weit weizen

Revised sonnet #1584

In sculptured stone I sense the future bode
Its dusty paint is peeled or worn or shed
Earths mantle mining munted wont explode
The end of life and loves a meme to dread
Her girlish giggles genuine genes encode
Thats such a pretty face to which theyre wed
Tight features under silver strands are stowed
Her voice has pitched high fount of youth if read
Acquaintance just her curious kindness met
The pearly whites in smiles she surely owns
No sign of stoop or bow of shrinking bones
Injected genes and youth hers arent and yet
Stars spike skies sift substance drop dark dirt down
Aggregate momentous mantle hole crown
Chorus down lower nether

Revised sonnet #1585

Mums shadow sharpens senses shows a vim
If hes saint sweet to me my stable rock
His history asserts our chances slim
Mum cross examines suitors stood in dock
My best pal clings on glamorously grim
And ushers us in echoes us en bloc
How her eye rims tears trap they over brim
Our gormless glances link yet rarely lock
And if his ex appears hes super sweet
As she says stuff inane or not near nice
He wont work loose he gives her good advice
Im tacked to tortuously thin cold conceit
High noon sun spare my love wayward wrangle
Mums stretched shadow minimise axe angle
Chorus wrangle corral muster

Revised sonnet #1586

You wont abandon coach take level looks
At shadows cast off castle keep and moat
At goatherds huddling goats and waving crooks
I wonder do you even give a groat?
The diamond queen aquiver sidles sooks
On board the barge in upper lock afloat
The diamond king ashiver ruffles rooks
In nether lock on board afloat the boat
I know its near the end of pestilence
The river waters clear approaching pure
Byebye to scabbed sores victims hit endure
I praise your patient sceptics reticence
Youre sweet and my substantial breath is hale
Mild mint youre safe so elevate your veil
Chorus hale robust vigorous

Revised sonnet #1589

I watch as souls in slums stuck bid escape
Their knuckle dusters understanding find
I watch as souls in red tape squirm and jape
Their pockets deep might launch a lawyer in kind
I jabbered once as if a jackanape
And low in luck the lazy bones aligned
Id smirk and clap and cower and bow and gape
To back out from informal social bind
The folk Id like to patiently impress
Have passed in sleep in simple peace of age
The folk Id sold short since start seen still less
Embroider my dreams express the purest rage
Im stuck in stuff thats sad my fault or not
I guess and grope at good and bad my plot
Chorus not nein nyet